Poems Of The Road Novels & Stories

It didn't look like a bedroom at all. On the table was a huge pile of books. I had put in a lot of effort to stay at the top of my class because it was only then that I would be able to speak to him. Therefore, I thought that if I just tried harder, Dad would like me. Now, I understood that it was all just wishful thinking. Dad just glanced at the desk before opening the drawer. There was a box with a password lock inside. I became nervous. The box contained my diary, which, in turn, contained secrets that Dad should never see.

She touched his cheek, her hand warm as sunlight. “I will — in every warmth you share.” Then she walked away, the golden prints of her footsteps fading behind her like music dissolving into silence. --- The Road Ahead Liora left the city before sunrise. The world awaited her — broken and beautiful, ready to remember. She followed the whisper of the Flow through valleys and storms, through love and loss, through life and death. Everywhere she went, light returned. The song that began with Lyra,